All of my blood work is fine. My EKG is perfect. Chest x-ray is clear. Go figure.

Near as I can figure is that I pulled a chest muscle from some food poisioning I had yesterday and worked myself into an anxiety attack.

So, why is this a success story you ask? My mother had CHF (congestive heart failure), my father had a triple by-pass 10 years ago, my maternal g-mother died of heart disease, etc. Also, all of my imediate family have (had) T2 diabetes, including my younger brother. And despite my "dangerous" levels of fat and red meat ingestion, I am (at 44) perfect in all ways that they can think of to check for heart disease.

I'll of course follow up with my primary Dr., this is nothing to fuck around with. But, I'm calling it a win! (scared the hell out of my though!)

Anxiety attacks can be terrifying. They feel so...so...serious! I had one and dialed 911. So embarrassing to have 6 adorable paramedics in my living room in the middle of the night telling me, "You're fine. You had a panic attack."